Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
UT,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.